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Includes| izuku midoriya x fem! Reader

Warnings| fem! pronouns, everyone’s bisexual [they’re fucking each other], reader dislikes men [in general], implied age gap, noncon filming, vaginal fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex.

Notes| repost from my old blog. this is my favourite characterization of deku that i have written.

“Keep it professional, nerd,” Katsuki— the hypocrite who has, in fact, fucked several of his employees— says.

Izuku ignores him. Not because of the hypocrisy, but because he knows better than to jeopardize your already strenuous relationship. He doesn’t need a warning from the Zeus of the pro hero community to keep it professional with you. Unlike the vast majority of his employees who happen to be fans at minimum, you despise him. Not him specifically but he likes to tell himself it’s only him, it makes him feel special. You almost remind him of a young, decidedly stupider, Kacchan.

He glances at his friend out of the corner of his eye, finding his eyes glued to you. Izuku can’t help but laugh. “Stay away from my sidekicks. Especially that one,” he says. “She’s not like the others and I don’t mean that in a good way. I mean it as a threat.”

Katsuki bristles. “Found yourself a me then?”

Izuku sips carefully from his glass. “She’s better than you, her attitude isn’t as bad and she’s nowhere near as self-righteous or confident as you were at her age. What I mean is she doesn’t particularly like men.”

Katsuki’s head swivels toward him. At Izuku’s narrowed eyes and clenched jaw Katsuki begins to cackle. “Oh my God,” he wheezes.

Izuku takes another sip, tongue snaking out to dampen his lips. Shouto steps up beside Katsuki, glances between them both and then turns in your direction.

“Ah, I see. The new intern?”

Katsuki nods jerkily as he recovers from his laughing fit. “Deku finds someone attractive for the first time in fuck knows how long and they don’t even like men.”

Shouto gives Izuku a pitying smile, and Izuku glares at him. “She’s attracted to men,” he clarifies, icily. “She just- she’s not happy about it.”

“I think if I had to wake everyday and be attracted to men…” Shouto trails off dramatically. “I wouldn’t be happy about it either.”

Katsuki and Izuku turn to him simultaneously. Izuku with a raised brow and Katsuki with a knowing smirk. Shouto blinks innocently back at them. Izuku’s eyes trail the length of Shouto. Dragging over the immaculately styled dual strands of his hair, twinkling eyes, soft lips dented by teeth so white Izuku has to remind himself that Shouto’s actually been in toothpaste commercials.

He cocks his head, a smile splitting his features at his friends attire. A cream colored button up with the top buttons undone to expose the single gold strand of a chain that loops around his neck, a circular pendant— with his mother’s name scrawled across the diameter— is nestled against his exposed chest. He wears it under matching navy trousers and blazer. On one hand he wears a thick gold ring on his middle finger and another smaller one on his index, on the other a thick gold bracelet clinks against an expensive looking watch.

He looks everything like the spoilt son of a billionaire. He even looks a little like the playboy the press imagines him to be. Shouto wears his industrial bar across the top of his ear but has neglected to wear anything in the other piercings on his face. If Izuku didn’t know him as well as he did he might have bought whatever Shouto had been forced to sell tonight.

“They’re trying to make me an eligible bachelor,” Shouto scowls. Katsuki chokes on his drink.

“What?”

“No fucking way.”

Shouto rolls his eyes. “I imagine they think declaring me a bachelor will end our arrangement.”

Katsuki’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “Do you want to end our arrangement?”

Shouto gives him an incredulous look. “Don’t be stupid Bakugo.”

“Yeah, Kacchan don’t be stupid,” your voice has all three of them bristling.

“The fuck are you calling Kacchan?” Katsuki whirls on you. From a distance you looked beautiful but up close Izuku has to remind himself to breathe. He almost has to manually force the air through his lungs and into his heart.

Dressed in his agency’s colours you look regal, he wonders how many supposed gentlemen have tried to compliment you tonight only to be ignored. Or worse, openly glared at. He’d never met a more prickly person in his life, he couldn’t compare you to a wild animal either because other than your dislike for men you were an actual angel. He’d seen you with kids while on patrol and the elderly and even with hurt men and women. Your presence was like a balm to them. And yet you could pull apart a man’s pride without uttering a single word.

It was a little unnerving.

Izuku watches with rising amusement as your eyes widen. Evidently you hadn’t realized they’d overheard you. You attempt to scramble backward but Shouto is quick to stop you. One hand snapping out before you’re out of reach and drawing you into their semi circle.

“What did you hear?” he asks. His tone takes on that of his hero persona and for a second Izuku thinks you may begin to cry. To his surprise however you manage to compose yourself. Your eyes fall briefly to where Shouto’s grip still remains on your arm and then back to his face.

“Something about an arrangement,” you try to sound casual but your voice cracks at the end and Katsuki grins wolfishly. For all your bravado against Izuku, the number two and three heroes could instill an embarrassing amount of fear in you. For some reason you were more terrified of Shouto— arguably one of the nicest, though a little absentminded, men to ever exist— than Katsuki— the walking bomb.

“Something about an arrangement?” Shouto repeats doubtfully. “Is that all?”

You gulp, clearly you no longer trust your voice because you elect to give a jerky nod in answer.

“Now, now,” Katsuki croons and it’s at this exact moment that Izuku catches on to what the other two are about to do. “Use your voice, sweetheart.”

You go absolutely rigid in Shouto’s arms. Izuku feels like he watches your fear evaporate, making room for what he now recognizes is the precursor to a tongue lashing. He can’t identify the emotion but he can tell by the way your lips press into a form line and your hands curl into a fist. “Excuse me? That is inappropriate.” You try to pull your arm out of Shouto’s hold. “Seriously? I said I heard something about an arrangement. That’s it, no need to keep me around any longer. Let go of me.”

Izuku purses his lips in annoyance. “Is it inappropriate? Or are you just quick to assume everyone is flirting with you? He calls everyone sweetheart. It’s a little egotistical of you to think every man who talks to you is trying to flirt isn’t it?”

The words are out before he can stop himself, Shouto looks uncharacteristically satisfied by your embarrassment.

“Let’s not forget you were eavesdropping on what should have been a conversation among friends,” Shouto adds. He releases your arm, straightening to his full height. “I don’t believe that’s all you heard but I have no way of proving otherwise. Just know that if anything we’ve discussed before this moment ends up in the media you’ll be the first on my list of suspects, sweetheart.”

Izuku knows all of your tells. It’s part of his job as your boss to point out your weaknesses, and as he watches you clasp your hands tightly to hide their shaking he smiles.

“It’s fine Shouto,” he sighs. “I’ll handle this.”

He takes a step toward you, his smile growing when you take a deep breath. Your lids flutter and you take the hand he’s offered you gingerly. The tension in your body as Izuku guides you through the crowd of pros and celebrities makes him chuckle.

“Relax,” he whispers to you. “I’m only finding us somewhere quiet to talk.”

That makes it worse. “How do I know you’re not going to murder me to keep me quiet?”

Izuku laughs. “If you think you’ve heard anything worth being killed for then I’ll let you go right now.”

Your grip on his arm tightens as he steps into an empty room near the entrance. Discarded tables and chairs litter the space. You don’t let go of his arm as he leads you to a table with chairs surrounding it.

Even in private Izuku’s manners come naturally, he pulls your chair out and helps you into it before taking his own.

“So, what did you really hear?” he asks, unbuttoning his suit jacket and shrugging out of the material.

Izuku Midoriya is the reason you dislike men. Not him exactly, but everything he represents with his deliciously messy curls and freckles, and those vibrant green eyes. He’s what you imagine the perfect man should not only look like but act like.

And while it should pain you to admit that any man is perfect, it doesn’t bother you as much as it should to admit that Izuku ‘Deku’ Midoriya is. And therein lies the issue of why he must still be disliked. For all his perfection you doubt he’s any different from every other man on the planet behind closed doors. So yes, he is the reason you dislike men because everything that glitters is definitely not gold.

You mean that with only a small portion of your brain though because the majority of it has zeroed in on the bunching of his shoulders under his dress shirt as he removes his jacket and thus disagrees. And your heart and pussy disagree immensely with that small portion of your brain because why on Earth would such a beautiful man be created if not to be gold? Your heart sinks as he begins to fidget with his cuffs.

Your pussy gives a helpless spasm as he begins to carefully fold the sleeve up, uncovering his forearms for your eyes. You gulp.

“Are you going to tell me? Or…” he doesn’t look at you as he does the same to the other arm. You try to focus on what you should be answering but the sudden exposure of the tanned flesh of his arms, chorded with muscles and littered with scars and veins has you distracted.

He clears his throat. Both hands settle on the table in front of him, the fingers of one hand begin to drum the surface of the table while the other lays palm up and relaxed.

For a moment you allow yourself to venture into dark waters. The kind that would drown you in the sensation of his fingers dragging along every exposed inch of your skin. Maybe dipping into the plunging neckline of your dress, or trailing along the exposed flesh of your thigh. Maybe he’ll be the one to find out that you couldn’t wear underwear with this dress. Those thick fingers brushing unknowingly close to your dampened pussy. And then maybe, maybe they’d climb higher, the bruised knuckles of his hands teasing at the plump lip of your cunt.

Izuku snaps his fingers, and you jump, slamming a hand against your pounding heart. He mistakes your reaction for fear and you watch as he makes an effort to visibly relax each of his muscles. Your pussy clamps down on nothing when his fingers flex, he reclines in his seat, drawing his hands to the edge of the table. He props one elbow on the chair arm and the other on the table.

“The faster you tell me what you heard the faster you can get out of here,” he tries again.

“I- I don’t know what I heard,” you admit. Their conversation about arrangements and Shouto’s apparent status as a bachelor didn’t make sense to you. Whatever their arrangement was it remained a secret that only they knew. “I heard about the bachelor thing and the arrangement…but it was out of context. I have no idea what you were talking about.”

You almost pat yourself on the back for getting that out with minimum mumbling. He blinks.

“I guess that’s right but you really can’t put two and two together?” he asks skeptically.

You’re not sure if you should feel insulted or complimented by the fact that he expects you to. There’s really no substance to what you heard and you weren’t eavesdropping on purpose, you were trying to get to the bathroom at the other end of the room. It was merely a coincidence that you passed that close to them.

You turn over the conversation in your head. Why would making Shouto a bachelor convince him to end an arrangement with the number one and two heroes? Furthermore, what kind of arrangement did they have that could be affected by Shouto’s status as a bachelor? You stare at Izuku, he stares back.

He runs a hand through his hair and immediately the curls return to their previous positions. You continue to stare until he lifts a quizzical brow at you. And then as though a puzzle has been revealed to you all the missing pieces begin to fill in. Your face heats, your mouth falling open before you can stop yourself.

“I see you’ve made four?”

“Oh—”

A sudden image of Izuku Midoriya kissing Shouto Todoroki flits through your head and your body erupts in a wave of heat. You stand quickly, fear that you’ll leave a damp spot on the dress driving you. You brace your hands on the table. Another image of a hot tempered blonde kissing Izuku has your breath leaving you in a near whimper.

Why would the Universe ever make it so that those three could fuck each other? Belatedly you wonder if there is a law prohibiting something that delicious, that beautiful— another image of a very naked Katsuki on his knees with Shouto’s cock in his mouth has you swaying—from existing.

A buzzing fills the air and you glance down to find black whip wrapped securely around your waist. Izuku still sits, reclined in the chair but his eyes have darkened. The bright emerald melting to a green that reminds you of rainforests.

“You can’t leave until we discuss what you plan to do with whatever it is you think you know,” he says calmly. Black whip tightens around you in warning before snapping back into Izuku. You realize with a jolt that you’re shaking.

“You- you have- you’re in a relationship?” The question is almost a screech.

“We’re not,” he shakes his head. “Sit down. Please.”

You drop like lead into the chair, your dampened pussy not forgotten but if you’d really just learned that the top three heroes fucked each other, a wet pussy was the least of your problems.

“I’m not answering any of your questions about what we have until you tell me how I can stop you from telling anyone else.”

You laugh, admittedly it’s a bit hysterical but he couldn’t be serious. “Who the fuck is going to believe me?”

Izuku begins to drum with his fingers again. “You’re one of my sidekicks, they’d believe you well enough.”

You blink at him, stupefied. “No offense, Deku, but it would be your word against mine. That is, the word of a sidekick, who everyone would assume is just an obsessed fan, versus the word of award winning Pro Heroes.”

Izuku smiles at you. You’re stunned by the fact that it’s genuine. “Everyone who knows you, knows you’re not a fan. In fact, it’s pretty common knowledge around the agency that you don’t particularly like men.” He shrugs. “The story we could spin is that you’re trying to take down three of the most powerful men in Japan because of your personal vendetta against our species.”

Your heart thuds loudly. He’s right. “I- it’s- I would never do something like that,” your voice drops to a whisper. “You have no reason to believe me but- but I respect you. I respect all of you, I know it must have taken a lot of work to get where you are and I respect that.”

Your eyes fall to the mass of scars on his hands from several breaks during his teenage years. You pause, considering his words. “Why would- why would it be spun like that? I mean, so what if you’re gay?”

“We’re bisexual,” he corrects. “And the masses wouldn’t care and I don’t either, in fact none of us care. It’s the fact that it’s not just two of us…or three for that matter.” You blanch, how many other pros were fucking each other? But it shouldn’t be that surprising, it was hard finding someone who could remain discreet about sleeping with a pro. “What we want is to let the public know on our own terms, when we’re ready. Though Shouto really, really doesn’t care.”

He sits up, propping both elbows on the table. “It wouldn’t destroy our image,” he admits. “But of course that depends on who’s telling the story.”

It makes sense. If this information got out and into the wrong hands it could be spun several ways. “You don’t have to buy my silence,” you say.

Izuku’s smile widens. “I never really planned to. I can have an NDA drawn up in fifteen minutes and you’d sign it like a good girl whether or not we had this conversation.”

Your mind grinds to a sudden halt, your cerebrum stepping harshly on the brakes at the ‘good girl’ casually thrown into the sentence. You have to give it a moment to restart before you can respond. “So- so why- I don-”

“I wanted a reason to talk to you outside of work.”

Rage simmers only for a second before you remember the situation you’re in.

“You’re welcome to be angry,” he nods. “Were you enjoying yourself?”

The sudden shift in conversation is not helping your already stumbling brain. “Uh- yes?”

He chuckles, “Is that a question?”

“It’s not,” you clear your throat, eyes falling to the table. “I was enjoying myself.”

“I’m sorry if we spoiled it for you,” the sincerity of his words catches you off guard.

“It’s fine,” you shrug. “The night’s not over yet.”

“You’re right, it’s not,” he cocks his head as he regards you. “Why do you hate men so much?”

“I don’t hate men,” you reply automatically. “I think men have their purpose.”

Izuku’s eyebrows disappear into his hairline. “And what is our purpose?”

“I couldn’t tell you,” you shrug. You're not sure why you’re making an effort not to insult him.

“Okay…let’s try this again,” he chuckles. “Why are you single?”

“Because I have no reason to be in a relationship.” You smile tightly. “Deku? Does this conversation fall into the inappropriate category?”

Izuku’s chuckle turns into a full laugh. “I think we may have crossed inappropriate a few sentences back.”

You stare at him, he stares back.

“Well?” he prompts.

“What would I do with a boyfriend?”

“Don’t answer my question with a question.”

“I wouldn’t know what to do with a boyfriend,” you cross one leg above the other, your slit widening just enough to expose the top of your thigh.

“If you’re trying to tell me you’ve never had a boyfriend I don’t believe you.”

“I’m not trying to tell you that,” you shrug.

“I think I should be more direct,” Izuku tugs on his tie and if he adds anything you don’t hear him because you’re focused on the way he pulls the silky material free from his collar, his finger hooked in the knot as he frees it from the shirt. He lays it on the table between you and works the top button at the base of his throat open, his fingers massage his Adam’s apple.

He says your name and your eyes snap up to his. Heat settles in your chest and face when you realize he’s caught you staring. “What I really want to know is if you’re sexually active…”

You blink rapidly. No, you must have misheard. Surely, he wouldn’t ask you something like- “Excuse me?”

“You don’t have a boyfriend, you don’t want a boyfriend, so what do you do to curb your sexual desires?”

“I have toys,” you reply. His lips twitch, eyes trailing along your body and lingering on your thigh. For a moment it doesn’t register that you’ve answered his question but then it does, and your simmering rage resurfaces with a vengeance. “Is that all Deku? I’d like to get back to the party before this crosses further into inappropriate territory?”

“So, you haven’t had a real cock inside of you in how long?”

Your mouth moves before you can stop yourself. “A long time.”

“Do you miss it?”

You become aware of how far across the table he’s leaned just as you become aware of the dampness between your thighs. You gulp, your rage fizzling out. You get the distinct feeling the number one hero is about to proposition you. So you answer honestly.

“Yes.”

He doesn’t hide his surprise at your honesty. “And if I was offering to help you with that how would you feel?”

“I’d accept.”

This time his mouth falls open. “You’re- you’re serious?”

“I think I’m already neck deep in shit and while I’m here I should enjoy it,” you swallow the nerves climbing your throat. He blinks once, twice, three times before he stands.

“C’mon,” he reaches for your hand. “I have room upstairs.” You stand carefully, conscious of the mess you’ve made of your thighs. He reaches into the pocket of his slacks and hands you a keycard. “I’ll get the spare from the front desk and meet you in fifteen minutes.”

He pulls you into his arms. “Try not to eavesdrop on any other heroes on your way up.”

And then he kisses you.

Pro Hero Deku is kissing you. And fuck can he kiss. It’s a slow, toe curling, tongue sucking, lip biting affair that has you clutching onto his broad shoulders to keep yourself up right. His arm wraps around your waist and squeezes you to his body, the hard muscles against your softness has you both groaning into the kiss.

Deku’s lips are soft and perfect and you can’t help the way you sink your teeth into his plush bottom lip. He pulls away slowly, and you feel rather than hear his chuckle when you lean all of your weight into him. Your eyes remain closed for long enough that he presses another far more chaste kiss to your lips.

When you open your eyes he’s staring at you intensely. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

You nod vigorously. “Yes.”

“When you get to the room take the dress off, leave everything else on,” he instructs.

You blink, a slow smile spreading across your lips. “There’s nothing under this dress.”

The arm around your waist tenses, he pulls back enough to reach the slit in your dress and the drag of the tips of his fingers along the outside of your thigh has you quivering. Your breaths come in uneven pants the higher they slip, his eyes fall to where his fingers begin to disappear under the material. You shudder when he reaches your hip and he spreads his big palm across it, the dress has lifted enough to expose you to the air in the room. He curses.

“Have you seriously been walking around like this all night?”

“Mhm,” you hum, because his fingers have stroked across your hip and back down to the inside of your thigh where he can feel the wetness that has collected there.

You’re not prepared for when he turns you around and hoists you onto the table. He drops to his knees almost reverently, bunching the material of your dress up enough to stick his head in between your thighs.

“Is this okay?” he asks as he presses a kiss. To the sensitive flesh on the inside of your knee.

“Yes,” you breathe.

He runs his tongue slowly from your knee up to the inside of your thigh and then pauses at the place where it meets your hip. He laps after the dried slick and kisses from there across your mons and to the other thigh.

Gingerly he lifts one leg and releases your dress so it covers his head entirely and then he buries his face in your pussy, startling a squeak out of you. His tongue spreads your lips with a low squelch that has you scrambling to grab onto the table, it delves deeper, bumping into your clit and gliding over your hole. He hums, the vibration ricocheting off the already singing nerves in your clit.

“Right there,” you pant when he uses his grip on your leg to spread you wider and latches onto your clit roughly. He suckles until you’re trembling, your hands vibrating as they struggle to hold you up. His tongue dips tentatively into the right opening of your pussy and you yelp. Izuku freezes, pulling away from your skirt to reach for his disregarded tie.

“We’re still in public,” he chuckles, balling the tie up in one hand. The bottom half of his face glistens and heat rises to your cheeks as he licks his lips. “Open up.”

Your mouth falls open immediately and when he shoves the balled up tie in between your lips you almost gag.

“Good girl,” he coos. “Stay still and stay quiet. I wasn’t quite finished.”

He doesn’t wait for you to settle against the table before he’s slipping one deliciously long finger into you. His mouth returns to your clit, sucking as he adds two more fingers to your pussy, he gives an experimental twist and your body bows forward. The tie is the only thing stopping you from screaming as you cum. He fucks you through your orgasm, only slowing when you moan at the overstimulation.

He pulls away enough to stare down at your swollen pussy lips. “Beautiful,” he whispers to himself, and then he gives a soft kiss to your clit and each labia before sitting back on his calves and adjusting your dress.

He helps you stand, pulling the tie from your mouth, and chuckles at your wobbly knees and uneven breathing. “Will you make it to the room on your own?”

You nod weakly, the keycard still clutched in your hands as you step away from him. “I’ll survive but if you’re not there in fifteen minutes I’m leaving.”

“Fifteen minutes is perfect,” he smiles and for the first time tonight you notice a dimple in his left cheek. “You should head out first.”

With that you grab your purse and escape through the door you’d entered. You freeze when you step out the door and come face to face with Katsuki Bakugou and Shouto Todoroki.

“Had a good time?” Shouto asks innocently.

“I bet she fucking did,” Katsuki’s laugh sends pleasant tingles along your spine. You begin to back away only to collide with the door behind you. They don’t advance on you. Katsuki remains with his gaze somewhere above your head, his hands tucked into the pocket of his slacks. Shouto on the other hand flashes you a knowing smirk, before stepping out of your way.

By the time you get to the room you’re shaking. The reality of what you’ve agreed to hasn’t quite sunk in yet. The room is gorgeous, not in the extravagant way you expected. The walls are cream and the furnishings are dark brown. There’s a massive bed in the middle with a small bedside table on the left and a door on the right. One wall boasts floor to ceiling glass windows with a breathtaking view of Tokyo at night. The other sports a giant rectangular mirror that reflects the bed. A mini fridge, wall mounted television and walk in closet complete the room.

Izuku doesn’t make you wait long, and when he opens the door arm laden with snacks your heart does a strange little somersault. It’s almost like she’s trying to tell you this is why she disagrees with that small portion of your brain.

He pauses to dump the snacks on the side table before sitting on the edge of the bed. His eyes take over you, naked and propped against the pillows.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Is this the last time you’ll ask me this tonight?”

“Probably not,” he admits. “Consent is sexy. Very, very sexy. Especially for me.”

You consider him for a moment. “Kiss me.”

He moves so fast you don’t see him until he’s hovering above you. His discarded suit jacket is tossed somewhere in the room as he slots his mouth over yours and kisses you deeply.

It’s unhurried and gentle but as he eases the weight of his body onto yours, spreading your thighs and settling between them you become frantic. The material of his shirt brushes against your nipples with each breath you take, your clit bumps against the crotch of his pants, no doubt dampening the material.

Izuku kisses you like he has the rest of his life to fuck you and not just a handful of hours. Only after the thought crosses your mind do you realize how dangerous it is. His tongue laps circles around yours coaxing and teasing it into his own mouth so he can suck on it.

By the time he pulls away you’re dazed. You have to blink several times as he undresses before you can focus on him. He’s littered in freckles. You want to kiss every single one, and it’s not the first time you’ve thought about it. There are magazine spreads dedicated to this man’s body.

Broad shoulders taper off into what has to be abs hand carved by Michelangelo himself, a defined V frames a line of green curls leading to a glorious cock. Thick and long and dripping onto his thigh, you want to hate him for this. For being just as perfect as you expected, but then he wraps a scarred hand around the base and strokes the full length languidly, precum catches on his fingers and he uses his other hand to hold his cock steady as he rubs a teasing circle around the sensitive head.

He groans at his touch and your mind wipes clean of all disdain for Izuku Midoriya. He climbs onto the bed slowly, and to your dismay instead of settling himself between your waiting thighs he crawls around you, propping you up so he can slot himself behind you and cradle you between his thighs.

“This is about you,” it almost sounds like he’s chastising you. “If I get inside you right now this’ll be over too fast.”

You sigh as big hands rub up along your sides and cup your breasts. “I’m not complaining.”

His hands are magical. As though there isn’t enough about him that makes you want to truly despise him. He has the kind of touch that turns tension to liquid. Your muscles mold to his touch, softening until you’re completely relaxed against him. His hands dip lower then, tweaking at your hardened nipples before dragging along your sternum down to your pussy.

His fingers brush gentle, barely there circles against the sensitive nub. You can’t be sure but every single nerve in your body comes alive at the first brush. Your breaths come faster the more he touches, your hips bucking as you try forcing him to press harder. Instead he moves his hand away, waiting for your bucking to settle.

He reduces you to whining babbling mess all while he plays with your pussy and litters your neck and shoulders and jaw in kisses. At one point he dips two fingers into your hole and you scramble to grab onto his arm, your nails digging into the muscle. Only to have him pull out and continue his butterfly touches against your clit.

“What do you think about our arrangement?” he asks casually, as though he doesn’t have an arm banded around your waist and his fingers aren’t toying with your opening. “Hmm? Did you think about how we managed something like that?”

You nod jerkily, the images from earlier flooding your mind.

“Yeah?” he coos. “Did you think of me with Kacchan or Shou?”

You swallow around a mouthful of saliva when he runs his tongue from the side of your neck up to your ear. “Both,” you choke out. “I thought- I thought about you with both.”

“At the same time?” he chuckles against your ear and you can’t suppress the shudder that wracks your body. His fingers dip teasingly into your opening.

“No. One- one at a time.”

“Did you think about me fucking of them?” he prods. You shake your head, no longer trusting yourself to speak without betraying just how shaken he has you. “Do you know that I’ve thought about you? Like this?”

You tense and he tuts, the pressure on your clit increases suddenly and your body jolts, your orgasm crashing like an errant wave against shores. Someone is whimpering and it takes you far too long to realize that someone is you. Izuku withdraws from between your thighs, instead focusing on rubbing the plush tops of them as he continues.

“I’ve thought about you cumming on my tongue and fingers a lot,” he confesses. “Ever since you told Denki off to be honest. Wanted to press my mouth to every inch of your skin baby, to nibble and suck anywhere you’d let me.”

His words are almost reverent as his hands spread your thighs wider. “And-“ you can hear his throat working around the saliva as he gulps, “-and I’ve thought about you with us.”

There’s no question about who ‘us’ is referring to . Maybe if more of your brain were functioning you’d have the decency to be embarrassed, concerned even but at his words your pussy clenches.

Izuku maneuvers you both to face the long mirror on the wall. “I’ve thought about Shou fucking your little pussy while I watch,” he licks his lips, eyes trained on his fingers. They’ve spread your pussy now, exposing you to the room and Izuku’s greedy gaze. “And Shou would love every second of it. He’s a bit of an exhibitionist.”

“Oh—” The image has you squirming against him.

He says it so casually that you can only blink at the words. “Or helping you sit on Katsuki’s face,” he groans, dipping his finger into you at the same time that he explains. “Katsuki has a magical tongue, it’s unfair the things he can do with that thing.”

“Yes,” you whine, your hips swiveling in your search for more friction.

Your body spasms around the intrusion. Izuku’s finger is coated in a translucent white layer as he begins to fuck you slowly with it. “Yes? Yes to which one?”

He adds a second finger slow enough that you watch as your cunt adjusts around the additional width. You’ve made a mess of the bedding under you. “Yes to- yes to all of- ah, please-” Izuku curls his fingers into you, sinking them into the spongy spot near your opening. His lips are parted, his brows furrowed in concentration as he uses his view through the mirror to finger you. Your conversation is momentarily forgotten as he rubs the calloused pads of his fingers into you until your grip on his arm tightens.

Your eyes widen as your orgasm builds, “Oh- I’m- I’m gonna make- make a mess,” you babble in warning. “Gonna make a me- oh!”

He pulls out as your pussy spits and gushes cum onto the mattress. He smiles at you through the reflection, before landing a harsh slap to your now sensitive pussy, you choke, barely able to form a coherent sentence anymore.

“You want Shou’s cock and Kacchan’s mouth on your pretty pussy?” he mocks, another slap lands between your legs and you struggle to close them around his hand. Your body jerks, tears filling your eyes. “And what about me? Did you like having my fingers shoved inside you?”

You nod dumbly, your pussy clenching at the memory.

“Me too,” he sighs, landing another slap to the puffy irritated lips. “Loved it, loved how soft and wet you were. So perfect, can’t wait to feel you around my cock. To have your greedy pussy sucking me in.”

You keen, your lips parted on a silent scream as he suddenly pinches your clit, a small spurt of cum gushes from you and Izuku’s fingers immediately flatten against your pussy, rubbing your clit until your mini orgasm passes.

He doesn’t give you a moment to recover before he’s lifting you by the backs of your knees and positioning you over his cock.

“Look,” he urges when your eyes threaten to shut at the first press of his cock at your opening. “You’re so fucking tight,”’ he hisses. “Look how much you have to stretch, baby.”

Your eyes fall to your pussy and you gasp as he drops you onto his cock. Your pussy swallows the length of him mesmerizingly, your eyes are glued to the way your hole flexes around his cock. He uses his grip on you to bounce you on his cock, guiding the speed of your fucking until your head lolls back against his shoulder and you can no longer watch as your cum layers his cock, watch as his hips connect to yours by strands of your slick. All you can do is whine and moan as his cock bumps against every sensitive spot inside of you.

You’re at his mercy, only squirming when he shifts both of your legs together and supports them with one hand. He turns you on your side in his lap, spreading his thighs and holding you still as he fucks up into you. At any other time it might have amazed you, the way he manhandles you. Plucking at your nipples and clit until you’re crying out and then slowing his thrusts to stall your orgasm. Sweat trickles down between your breasts when he lays you down on your stomach and slips his deep into your pussy. The head presses down on your g spot and your eyes roll into your head.

“Right there?” he asks, angling his hips so his cock drags along it with each languid stroke. In this position, with his chest pressing your back into the mattress and his knees cradling your waist he fucks you slowly. Drawing out every possible sound you can make, every way you can beg. And then when his thrusts grow frantic, his own impending orgasm rising he slots his hand between your hips and the bed and reaches for your clit.

You cum with a broken wail of his name that intermingles with his own groan of yours. You’re both sweaty and exhausted as he pulls out of you. You grimace at the mess that follows, his cum squeezing out of you with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

You can barely move as he cleans you up and carries you to the giant bathtub in the adjoining bathroom.

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Shouto unlocks his phone before Katsuki does, his eyebrows rising into his hairline as the attached video loads. Katsuki abandons his phone to watch over Shouto’s shoulder as Izuku teases your pussy open with his fingers.

“Motherfuck-”

“That was fast,” Shouto muses. “Even for him.”

“I thought she didn't like men?” Katsuki retorts.

They stare in silence as you squirm in Izuku’s hold, Shouto is tempted to get his headphones out and listen to exactly what filth Izuku must be whispering to you. Katsuki beats him to it, handing him one side of his wireless earphone and shoving the other in his ear.

“You want Shou’s cock and Kacchan’s mouth on your pretty pussy?”

Katsuki curses, eyes closing as Izuku continues.

“Fuck it,” he turns and without a backward glance walks out of the room. It takes Shouto a moment to realize where Katsuki’s going before he’s locking his phone and snatching a bottle of champagne out of an ice bucket.

“What an interesting turn of events,” he mutters to himself.

I liked it before but now 😍

A/B/O fanfiction except that instead of people's ~uncontrollable animal instincts~ being rape-y possessive psuedo-wolf bullshit, it's all based on birds

a bunch of broody intense alphas building nests like bowerbirds and doing ridiculous mating dances and song competitions to win over omegas going into heat, please

hq headcannons mlist

all of my haikyuu headcannons (bc i ddint like my masterlists) 

all in chronological order :) 

everything else of haikyuu is here 

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Kinks- Ace edition <3 

genre: smut

characters:  Aran, Asahi, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Sakusa, Terushima, and Ushijima

all of the aces and what i think their kinks are 

Poly Headcannons pt.1 <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi.

poly relationships with some of the HQ boys 

Middle blockers kinks <3

genre:smut 

characters:  Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsuro, Suna Rintaro, Satori Tendo, Taichi Kawanishi, Issei Matsukawa,  Takanobu Aone,, Shoyo Hinata, Lev Haiba Shugo Meian (MSBY captain), and Yutaro Kindaichi

as many middle blockers as i could think of and the kinks i think they’d have

Random Captain horny Hcs <3 

genre: smut 

characters: Bokuto, KIta, Ushijima, Oikawa, Daichi, Kuroo, Terushima, Daishou, Futakuchi

random headcannons about the captains, but they are horny

Kinks- Setters <3

genre: smut 

characters:  Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koshi, Atsumu Miya, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjiro, Kanji Koganegawa, Akaashi Keji, Kenma Kozume,  Yahaba Shigeru and  Keishin Ukai

the setters and their kinks 

Aftermath pt.1 <3

genre: smut 

characters:  ushijima, bokuto, iwaizumi, aran, miya twins, tendou, sakusa, and komori

what the aftermath of a steamy night with them would be 

Inarizaki horny headcannons pt.1 <3 

genre: smut 

characters: all of Inarizaki 

some random horny heeadcannons for the foxes 

Aftermath pt.2 <3

genre: smut 

characters:  matsukawa, suna, kyotani (daddy maddog), kuroo, daichi, oikawa, futakuchi

more aftermath, and my first request that’s crazyyy

Fake bang <3 

genre: fluffy crack

characters: The Miya Twins, Futakuchi, Oikawa, Tendou, Lev, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna, Semi, Terushima, Noya, Tanaka, Iwaizumi, Komori, ft. Kyotani

who would fake bang you when you bend down

Proposals <3 

genre: fluff 

characters: MSBY 4 and the Alders 

how they would propose

Seijoh horny Hc’s

genre: smut 

characters: all of Aoba Johsai 

headcannons bit make them horny

Reverse Fake bang <3

genre: crack

characters: Miya Twins, Suna

you fake bang them back 

Short but fiesty s/o <3

genre: crack-ish 

characters:  Tsukishima, Kuroo, Atsumu, and Oikawa

tall boys get served by their s/o

Ploy Headcannons pt.2 <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  Oikawa & Ushijima, Hanamaki & Matsukawa, Suna & Osamu, Kita & Aran, iwaizumi & Kyotani, and Oikawa & Kageyama

poly relationships with more of the boys 

Thicc gf pt. 1 <3 

genre: smut/fluff 

characters:  Suna, Hinata, Iwaizumi, and Bokuto

its the title lol

MSBY horny Hc’s <3

genre: smut 

characters: MSBY 4, and hints of shugo meian

hc’s of the boys being horny

Masturbating to their s/o’s sent <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  iwaizumi, kenma, akaashi, and matsukawa

they get caught jacking to your sent 

Random nicknames they give you <3

genre: fluff 

character:  osamu, sakusa, ushijima, kageyama, bokuto, and tsukishima

little nicknames they bestow upon y/n

Little fluffy things <3

genre: fluff 

characters: a whole bunch, just almost al of them (not really but you get the point) 

fluffy hc’s of the boys 

Being too insecure to sit on their face<3 

genre: angst to smut 

characters:  Bokuto, Tendou, Atsumu, and Kuroo

the boys wanting to be crushed by your thighs

Little toxic things pt.1 <3  (the part two to this is on the other mlist) 

genre: angst 

this episode: bad relationships <3 

characters: oikawa,  sakusa, atsumu, suna 

toxic relationships </3 

Thicc gf pt.2 <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  Ushijima, Semi, Akaashi, Oikawa, Sugawara and Futakuchi

a part 2 of the boys having a thicc gf 

Soft Gf <3 

genre: bordering on fluff 

characters: Kageyama 

Kags with a soft and sweet gf

Thicc Gf pt.3 <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  kuroo, terushima, sakusa, daichi, Aone, Osamu, Kyotani, Kuguri

more thicc gfs for the boys 

Dry humping Pt.1 <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  tendou, suna, nishinoya, kenma, and iwaizumi 

they dry hump you in different situations

Deceiving looks gf <3 

genre: smut 

characters:  Kuroo, Bokuto, Iwaizumi, Konoha, Terushima, and Atsumu

they got a girl who looks like a bore but had a WAP (as she should) 

Latina gf <3 

genre: crack-ish

characters: Atsumu 

he has a Latina gf who has to show him everything

pregnant s/o <3 

genre: fluffy very slight angst 

characters:  suna, atsumu and kuroo

they get to take care of hormone ridden wife 

Getting carried away in front of the team<3 

genre: fluff/ smut 

characters:  kuroo, iwa, semi, sakusa and osamu

you get a bit carried away in congratulating them 

Cooing s/o <3

genre: fluff

characters:  kuroo, bokuto, semi, tsukishima, osamu and noya

you being all lovey-dovey with him 

Kenma having a gf with nice thighs & kags being jealous of noya and hinata or sleeping on manger-chan <3 

genre: fluff 

characters: Kenma, Kageyama (noya and Hinata mentioned) 

just some random crack 

Argentinian Pro Volleyball player gf <3 

genre: fluff 

characters: oikawa 

he gets a pretty understanding gf 

Little toxic things pt.2 <3 

genre: angst 

bad dynamics <\3 

charcters : the MSBY 4 

you ahve a bad relationship dynamic with an MSBY boy 

Dry humping Pt.2 

genre: smut 

characters:  kuroo, kags, daichi, bokuto and suga

more boys dry hump you

Calling them Pretty boy <3 

genre: cracky fluff 

characters: MSBY 4 and Osamu 

you call them pretty boy 

More Inarizaki horny hc’s <3 

genre: smut 

characters: all of inarizaki 

thye are more horny than the last

Shiratorizawa horny hc’s <3 

genre: smut 

characters: all of shiratorizawa

horny bois 

Reacting to smooth legs <3 

genre: fluffy crack 

characters:  oikawa suna kenma and tendou

they like your shaved legs 

Telling them you faked an orgasm </3

characters:  osamu, suna, akaashi and suga

how they’d react 

loves your scent <3 

genre: fluff

characters: Oikawa,Suna, Tendou, Akaashi, and Kenma

they love your shampoo 

trying yo make you blush<3  

genre: fluff 

characters: atsumu, oikawa, terushima, kuroo and suna

they they to make you blush but you aren’t going down that easily 

Parenting Hinata <3 

genre: fluff 

charaters: Bokuto and Hinata 

you and bokuto are like parents to hinata 

masterlist

hawks x reader

Crawl Home to Me 

r18,   12,000w

[[healing healing healing (emotionally & physically), hurt/comfort, strangers to lovers, sometimes we save ourselves by saving each other]]

Warmer Weather

r18, 9,000w

[[Hurt/Comfort, self actualizing by looking at miniatures, wing kink, stranger to lovers]]

Nesting Instinct

r18,  5,000w

[[avian keigo, bird traits, heat/rut, pinch of angst, lovers to…..lovers? ;) ]]

Coincide pt. 1

 r18,  5,000w

Coincide pt. 2

pg13, 5,500w

[[soulmate au, gratuitous wing foreplay, Hawks’ wings behaving like actual bird wings, grinding, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, hawks is a huge cry baby fight me about it]] 

Drown i

pg13, 3,000w

[[vigilante keigo, illegal underground fighter keigo as well, hurt/comfort, slow burn, unhealthy coping mechanisms]]

cold Spell

pg13, 1,000w

[[post attack snuggles, protective keigo, bathtime]]

under the weather

pg, 600w

[sick fic, keigo takes care of you, that’s it]

please daddy?

r18, 2,000w

[[daddy kink lite, face f******g/oral s**, praise kink, soft dom, messy messy messy]]

hitoshi shinsou x reader

No Grave to Hold My Body Down

r18,  10,000w

[[ pro-hero Shinsou, idiots to lovers, BIG Hurt/Comfort (emphasis on both hurt and comfort), Shinsou is a SOFT Dom who gets off on kindness you heard it here]]

dabi x reader

Heaven for Nonbelievers

r18,  word count: 11,000

[[hurt/comfort, sharing space, strange domesticity, strangers to lovers, gray morality to less gray morality, sometimes grief has teeth]]

aizawa shouta x reader

in Good Faith

pg,  700w 

[[pure fluff, hurt/comfort, aizawa can only truly decompress when he knows you’re safe and sound]]

All the Way Up

r18, 1,700w

[[bath time (what else), shaving, edging, “good girl”,  jealous aizawa, also he’s a service top]]

izuku midoriya x reader

Homebodies

pg13,  1,600w

[[pro hero midoriya, fluff, pining and then not pining, showering together, care and keeping and kisses, No Plot Just Love]]

tamaki amajiki x reader

Morning, Sunshine

r18, 900w

[[morning s**, praise kink, snuggle f******]]

Creature Comforts

r18, 800w

[[ SOFT dom, snuggling f******** (what else) slight sensory dep, tentacles]]

bakugou katsuki x reader

how to set fires

r18, 12,000w

[[ strangers to lovers, hurt/comfort, soft bakugou, pro hero baku/civilian reader, tenderness, feeding as a love language, vague codependency ]]

love language 

pg13, 800w

[[sof baku, care and comfort and soup, (bath time)]]  

baby hawks in @pbjamas’ fantasy au series, Once Upon A Sky <3 the next fic should be up today so check it out !!

no no see, domesticity IS hot. how intimate it is to make food with someone, to share a bed, to brush your teeth at the same sink, to shower and use the same towels and the same laundry soap, to grocery shop and hold hands through the aisles, to be cornered in the kitchen to make out while a pot of pasta boils over on the stove. to fall asleep and hear them snoring softly and laugh at the little trail of drool out of the corner of their mouth. to spend money together and share chores and pick on each other for your weird habits. it's not always perfect and beautiful, but it's comfortable and familiar and I just think it's neat.

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Cirque de Hawks

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Part 1

Part 2/ ?

Mister Hawks is excited to greet his very lucky guest.

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